209: Chapter 209 As expected of a serial killer

Chapter 209: Truly Deserving of Being a Homicidal Madman

Deep in the night, the moonlight was chopped into pieces by dark clouds.

A few wisps of residual light pierced through the windows, spilling into the factory building constructed of steel frames and cement, adding a touch of hazy and bizarre atmosphere to this dilapidated space.

More than a dozen elite team members wearing infrared night vision goggles and holding assault rifles closed in from all sides.

Their paces were slow and orderly, and their actions were exceptionally cautious, like ghosts sneaking through the shadows.

The gun bodies exuded a cold, hard, and soul-capturing metallic luster, constantly probing forward for the traces of their prey.

Bzzt, bzzt——

The noise of the walkie-talkie turning on the public channel broke the momentary silence, appearing particularly piercing in this eerie environment.

The team members communicated in low voices through their earpieces using short, professional military terminology:

"Team One has not found the target, over."

"Team Two has not found the target, over."

"Team Three received, advancing toward the rear side of Zone B, estimated arrival time 10 seconds, over."

"Team Four received, advancing toward B..."

The reports of each team executing their missions came out of the walkie-talkie in order, but came to an abrupt halt right here.

As if suddenly cut off by an invisible hand.

At the same time, faint pfft, pfft sounds were vaguely heard, along with a commotion resembling dragging, fighting, and muffled whimpers.

Two or three seconds passed, and the reports from Team Four's members were like a stone sinking into the sea, never transmitted through the walkie-talkie again.

The entire corridor area fell into a nearly dead-silent stillness.

The members of the other teams couldn't help standing in place, looking at each other in dismay, waiting for the next instructions.

Soon, the walkie-talkie made static sounds again, followed by the commander's voice:

"All cameras in Zone B have been destroyed. All attacking teams, assemble quickly, maintain formation, advance from Point E to Zone C, and pay attention to searching surrounding hiding spots."

Ghost's voice spread rapidly through the radio waves. Although it carried a bit of annoyance, it was still calm and powerful, refreshing the spirits of his subordinates.

Realizing the dangerous situation, the other team members relied on their rich combat experience to immediately make targeted adjustments.

After gathering, they tacitly began assigning tactical tasks.

Team One walked with cautious steps to scout the path ahead, the muzzles of their assault rifles slightly upturned, ready to deal with emergencies at any time.

Team Five guarded the rear and provided cover, with members back-to-back, scanning every inch of space behind them with vigilant eyes to ensure the rear of the team was safe and secure.

Team Two and Team Three were responsible for searching the surrounding hiding spots, crouching down, and spreading out in a fan shape.

With the faint light of the infrared night vision goggles, they searched carefully like hounds in every corner, pipe, and shadow of the equipment, not missing any gap that might hide an enemy.

When the team members scouting ahead carefully arrived at Point E and stepped into this maze-like workshop area filled with pipes and stairs up and down.

A thick smell of blood instantly hit their faces.

Their gazes were attracted by two shocking corpses on the ground, their footsteps stopping involuntarily, and a chill surged in their hearts.

One of them had his head tilted, hanging down at an extremely distorted angle, and his neck showed an unnatural bend.

It was obvious that he had suffered an extremely violent external force impact during his lifetime, causing his cervical spine to snap instantly and resulting in death.

The other person was shot in the throat, the wound was bloody and mangled, and blood gushed outward like an out-of-control fountain.

Dark red blood blossoms were splashed all over the surrounding ground, walls, and pipes.

The sticky liquid flickered with an eerie luster in the dark, as if it were the incriminating evidence left behind after some fierce beast had just rampaged through this place.

"Two members of Team Four died at Point E, leaving a large amount of bloodstains. No trace of the other team member has been found temporarily."

The leading team members immediately transmitted the scene's situation out through their earpieces.

The other two teams responsible for searching also followed up one after another.

Suddenly, a rustling abnormal sound aroused everyone's vigilance.

The commotion shockingly came from the pipes laid overhead.

Clatter!

They saw a dark figure leap down from a high place, carrying a strong wind, and savagely pounce on the people on the ground.

The team members reacted instantly, and the combat instincts honed over many years made them all raise their guns at almost the same time, aiming and firing.

Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat——

The dense gunfire instantly broke the dead-silent atmosphere, echoing and roaring in this closed space, almost shattering people's eardrums.

The air was filled with a pungent smell of gunpowder, mixed with continuous muffled groans and screams.

Immediately afterwards, with a loud bang of "clang".

The dark figure heavily crashed onto the walkway constructed of steel plates, making a dull impact sound.

The entire platform framework trembled because of it.

Seeing this, the team members stopped shooting and tacitly made gestures to each other.

Their footsteps slowly approached the target, their eyes staring fixedly at the dark figure on the ground.

The firearms in their hands still maintained a posture of firing at any time to deal with possible variables.

However.

When they approached the dark figure to observe closely, they widened their eyes in astonishment and gasped.

The person who was shot turned out to be the previously disappeared teammate.

At this moment, his body was covered with bullet holes like a hornet's nest, continuously gurgling out blood.

Those hollow eyes were still open, yet they had the appearance of dying with everlasting regret.

Just as everyone felt their scalps tingling, a startled and uncertain cry suddenly came from the walkie-talkie:

"Not good, the three members of Team Five seem to have disappeared as well!"

"Hey, hey, Team Five received the message, please reply..."

The team leader's eager call sounded somewhat trembling in the radio waves, instantly making the hearts of the other team members clutch tightly.

Obviously, the opponent used a fake target to attract firepower, launched a surprise attack from the rear under the cover of gunfire, and eliminated the three members responsible for guarding the rear at the fastest speed.

"What is going on?!"

Commander Ghost's voice followed closely, and his words inevitably revealed annoyance and anxiety.

At this moment, he was in the surveillance room, but because the cameras were destroyed, it was like being blindfolded.

He could only hear the intense gunfire coming from the walkie-talkie and knew nothing about the true situation at the scene.

Just when everyone was somewhat flustered by the successive changes, with their nerves strained to the limit.

A pair of eyes flashing with a faint red light vaguely appeared in the dark.

Like an evil ghost from Hell, they stared coldly at this group of self-proclaimed elite combatants.

Then, a figure wearing a ghost face mask slowly stepped out from the depths of the darkness.

It was precisely Fang Cheng, who was hiding in the dark and waiting for an opportunity to hunt.

His footsteps were as light as feathers, and his whole body exuded a weird, dead-silent aura.

Making people feel no heartbeat and no sound of breathing, just like a ghost wandering in the mortal world.

Step by step, silently and gradually approaching, he came behind one of the team members.

That team member was completely unaware, holding his gun with both hands aiming in a certain direction, immersed in tense searching.

Fang Cheng held a blood-stained dagger in his hand and gently raised it.

Under the faint light, it refracted a grim and cold edge, suddenly placing it on the opponent's neck like a venomous snake spitting its tongue.

With a slight flick of his wrist, the sharp blade instantly cut the throat.

With a slash sound, blood immediately gushed out like a gushing spring, drawing a dark red arc in the dark night.

A team member in front caught sight of this horrifying scene with the corner of his eye, his pupils shrinking sharply, and under panic, he shouted loudly:

"Here..."

But as soon as he opened his mouth, Fang Cheng's figure seemed to disappear on the spot.

Then it flashed abruptly, and the dagger in his hand instantly swept past a cold light, accurately and flawlessly plunging into his throat.

The second half of that team member's shout was choked in his throat, his hands dropped his assault rifle, and he futilely covered his wound.

His body swayed a few times, his eyes widened, full of unwillingness and fear.

Seeing this, the other team members raised their assault rifles and began a frantic sweep at the suddenly appearing dark figure.

The tongues of fire spat out by the muzzles instantly illuminated that small area, and bullets whistled densely toward the target like raindrops.

Fang Cheng quickly pulled the corpse of the team member beside him, using it as a shield to block most of the bullets.

Clang, clang, clang, clang——

Some of the bullets hit the iron plate, making a sharp and piercing metal impact sound, and some hit the corpse, splashing blood blossoms.

Taking advantage of the chaos, Fang Cheng carried the corpse of that team member, violently vaulted over the platform railing, and leaped downward.

Bang!

A dull landing sound came, as if a heavy object smashed into everyone's heart.

The team members were stunned at first, and then breathed a slight sigh of relief.

But the danger had not truly receded.

Their nerves were still strung as tight as strings, and relying on their combat literacy honed over many years, they quickly raised their guns to aim downstairs.

The beams of the tactical flashlights were like sharp swords, constantly sweeping along with the muzzles.

Trying to pierce through the deep and heavy darkness and ferret out the target figure hidden within.

"I saw the target fall to the fourth-floor exit, everyone go downstairs and assemble!"

Someone shouted through the walkie-talkie.

Then, the hurried footsteps of stepping on steel plates sounded.

The scattered team members quickly ran downstairs along the iron walkway, trying to drive this ghost-like opponent into a desperate corner completely.

But the moment everyone moved their steps, a sudden change occurred.

A hand, like a demon's claw reaching out from Hell, unceremoniously probed out from under the platform, grabbed a team member's ankle, and violently yanked it.

The undefended team member only felt his feet empty, his body instantly losing balance, and his entire person was dragged into the dark by the sharp claws.

The terrified scream fell along with the body, coming to an abrupt halt in a split second, as if it had never existed.

Leaving only a group of team members standing dumbfounded in place, and the tense emotion was ignited once again.

Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat——

I don't know who reacted first, but the assault rifle in his hand instantly spat out angry tongues of fire.

Bullets whissed and shuttled crazily, strafing toward the direction where the demon's claw disappeared, attempting to suppress the terrifying monster hidden in the dark with dense firepower.

Wherever it went, sparks flew.

The pipes were hit, emitting a humming mournful sound.

The cement layer on the wall was blown away, peeling off rustlingly and raising a cloud of dust.

After a baptism of bulletstorms, even reinforced concrete buildings would become battered and bruised.

Let alone an evil ghost monster of flesh and blood.

However.

Fang Cheng at this moment, however, was like a humanoid spider, his body suspended upside down.

His hands and feet seemed to be firmly adhered to the back of the steel-framed platform, crawling rapidly at an astonishing speed.

In the blink of an eye, he darted to another location.

It turned out that earlier, Fang Cheng had not panicked and jumped to the lower level to avoid the fierce firepower attack.

He merely cleverly created an illusion of pretending to jump from the building, misleading everyone into thinking he had already escaped.

Afterwards, relying on his extraordinary finger strength and body coordination, he lay under the platform, using this excellent hidden position to lie in ambush and wait for his moment.

Then, using the walkie-talkie he picked up, he transmitted false news, disrupting the enemy's tactical deployment.

Ultimately causing confusion among those combatants, calmly creating opportunities, and giving the enemy a fatal blow.

Just like that.

The factory building where the Noah Organization meticulously set up traps unexpectedly and dramatically degenerated into Fang Cheng's hunting ground where he could freely display his abilities.

The pursuer team, relying on the familiar environment and powerful equipment, originally thought victory was in their grasp.

All these advantages, as the team continuously lost personnel, were soon easily crushed and vanished completely.

Fear spread rapidly in the hearts of the team members like a plague, and everyone could genuinely feel the omnipresent threat of death.

"All attacking members attention, now immediately contract the defense line, retreat to the sixth floor, rendezvous with Team One, and jointly guard the hostages!"

Fortunately, the commander made a prompt decision and adjusted the combat deployment through the walkie-talkie.

After receiving the retreat order, the remaining team members no longer dared to delay for even a moment.

They quickly reacted, raising their assault rifles with the dark muzzles vigilantly pointing all around, while taking slightly hurried steps and running toward the direction of the sixth floor.

The green light from the night vision goggles' lens illuminated a small area, where the dust particles in the field of view were clearly visible, but it only highlighted the dark silence all around even more.

Once a slight movement occurred, their fingers would reflexively pull the trigger, and a string of bullets would instantly strafe out.

The muzzle flash illuminated the surroundings in flickering light and shadow, and also reflected the look of panic on the team members' faces.

Inside the abandoned factory, however, the dark figure lingered around like the Grim Reaper, taking away a person every time he appeared and ruthlessly devouring lives.

It seemed that the darkness had already become Fang Cheng's ally.

Assisting him time and time again to vanish and conceal himself in desperate situations, and launching fatal surprise attacks when everyone least expected it.

Even the infrared detectors and sensor alarms placed everywhere were never triggered.

A game of cat catching mouse had thus evolved into a game of mouse catching cat.

No!

Perhaps from the very beginning, it was just a group of mice trying to catch a cat that was their natural enemy.

By the time they retreated to the sixth floor, the original 19-member capture team was left with only 5 people.

The tragic casualty numbers, like a heavy boulder, pressed upon the hearts of every survivor.

And this thrilling battle of life and death did not end just like that.

Inside the surveillance room, the atmosphere also appeared very oppressive.

Ghost stared closely at the television screen that had turned into a screen of static snow.

After continuously changing combat instructions, he no longer had his previous poise and calmness; his expression became solemn, and even somewhat ugly.

For his elite subordinates to suffer such heavy casualties without even clearly seeing what specific ability the opponent used.

How could it not make him full of pent-up anger.

"Do you need me to help? I think this murderous madman's ability should be relatively similar to yours."

Hooded Man's low voice broke the suffocating silence.

He crossed his arms, leaned forward slightly, and his gaze likewise fell on the screen, his eyes revealing an eager-to-try intention.

Ghost slowly shook his head:

"Not for now. The opponent's purpose is to save people, and entering the top floor of the workshop, there is only one passage and one door. As long as he sticks his head out, he will be beaten into a sieve."

"The remaining dozen or so team members are enough to guard the hostages and wait for the target to take the bait on his own. I'd like to see what other tricks he can pull."

Although his voice was still steady, the heightened ending of his sentence still leaked the ripples in his heart.

This mysterious assassin hadn't shown any obvious special abilities up to now.

Ghost's gaze narrowed slightly, and he couldn't help pondering inwardly.

Could it be that his Marksmanship is just precise and his physical fitness has been enhanced?

"Huh, what is he doing? Why is he wandering around everywhere? The hostages are locked on the sixth floor, isn't that very obvious?"

Hooded Man suddenly pointed at the screen and said with a look of astonishment.

I saw that in the surveillance footage located on the fourth floor, the mysterious assassin reappeared, leisurely shuttling through various parts of the workshop, with no intention of heading directly toward the direction where the hostages were located.

Just at this moment, the camera images began to flicker and turn black one by one, clearly destroyed by the opponent.

Ghost instantly realized something:

"He intends to kill all the Gang members in the workshop before going to save people..."

After a brief shock, a strange light flashed in Ghost's eyes.

Hearing this, Hooded Man's breathing became even heavier, and he muttered to himself:

"Truly deserving of being a murderous madman who can continuously kill two hundred people without blinking an eye..."

This action also plucked the string named "excitement" deep in his heart.